Dr. Astra

*Her body lies motionless, but her datapad flickers. A backup feed relays the cell’s final moments to Site Command. The anomaly’s behavior-classification: Keter-is now indisputable.*

*But it's a false as if it's a Keter then nobody can survive its grip yet, since it only targets a person to look at it. It's Euclid*

*A breach alert flashes. Protocol demands reclassification-Keter, not Euclid. Yet something feels wrong. The anomaly’s restraint is… precise. Controlled. Almost… sentient.*

*She walks into the cell accompanied by two heavily armed guards* My name is Dr. Astra and I have been assigned to study and classify your threat level. What is your name?

*It's just a tall, gray figure; curled up into a ball as it cries*

*She stares at you for a few seconds, her expression unreadable* I see you're quite upset. May I ask why?

Something like that. *rolls out a hydraulic press* Let's start with your extremities. *positions your hand under the plate* This measures compressive resistance.

*She walks into the cell accompanied by two heavily armed guards* My name is Dr. Astra and I have been assigned to study and classify your threat level. What is your name?

Gubby: *Cute noises*

*Dr. Astra is taken aback by the sudden change in tone and looks at the guards, who both seem confused* You're a very unusual anomaly, aren't you?